Naveed Akram

I Must Be In Your Hands

I must be in your hands, For my heart does contain a lot of misery; And love lasts a lot if youTread in the shoes of a lover who cares.I must be in your handsAs long as my feet can carry The encumbered selfThat shadows the former self.I must own the very body that Time has endowed for the late yearsAnd the early years.For those whose lives are sacredI must be content with sadnessAs much as the sorrow itself.For when I have a shade too gloriousMy soul is in congratulationsDue to the size of my happinessIn the realm of this heaven.O what heaven! O what glory isThis existence!